"Hahaha." Just hearing Moichiro's name made the people upstairs burst into laughter.
Momo Xiaoro scolded in the audience: "It's just a bunch of dogs competing to make them laugh!"
"Hey, you can't curse in front of the beauty, or I'll punish you without food for three days!" Yi Wuxin said a lesson.
Momoxiao smiled and said repeatedly: "No, no, I don't dare, hehe."
Yi Wuxin hummed: "You are the most restless one among us."
Momo Xiaolang hurriedly added: "It's nothing! My admiration for Boss Rong'er is like an endless river. Even if you give me a hundred courages, I wouldn't dare to break it, hehe."
Ruan Shengyi covered his mouth in amusement, thinking: This little guy and Ronger are really good match.
"Hanjiang Nocturne Wen Liu, please." Moichiro crossed his arms, holding a knife under his right arm, and yelled out a name.
Upstairs in the North View, when Zuoqiu heard Moichiro calling his name, he leaned forward suddenly and could hardly sit still. Just now, he was lucky that his disciple had drawn the wordless wooden ball. How could he have known that he would be selected for a duel now?
He punched the table table with hatred and said secretly: Everything in the world is really like chess, and everything is unpredictable!
Wenliu shrugged, jumped up on the deer platform and bowed his fists to Momoichiro, "I'm going to send Wenliu of the Hanjiang sect. Nice to meet you."
"Brother, beat him up!" Momokoro shouted in support.
"That's unreasonable!" Zuoqiu was upset by Momoxiaorou's shouts and his face was full of anger.
Moichiro still acted like he was the best in the world and said arrogantly: "I'm sorry, my little brother is just so energetic."
Wen Liu smiled and said, "I hope Junior Brother Han Yu can be so cheerful."
"Boss Rong'er, help cheer me up!" Tao Xiaolang shouted loudly as if there was no one around, then turned around and wooed Qi Hanyu, "Little brother, you have to shout too, support my big brother!"
Qi Hanyu murmured: "That's how it should be, cough, but, but...it's me, senior brother Wen Liu, opposite."
"Ah!" Tao Xiaolang shouted and looked at Yi Wuxin, "Boss Ronger?"
Yi Wuxin rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll shout for the little brother, and the others will shout for you, the third brother."
Momo Xiaoro said: "You shout for me, and the others shout for little brother."
Yi Wuxin originally wanted to take care of the shy Qi Hanyu. Hearing this, he said: "Your suggestion is a step too late. I have already made a decision and cannot change it, otherwise my dignity as the boss will no longer exist."
"Forget it, little brother, you shout for me!" Momo Xiaolang pulled Xiao Canglang, turned to look at Chen Qing, and said with a smile, "Big brother, you shout for me too!"
Chen Qing grinned and shouted to the stage: "Brother Ichiro, come on!"
Yi Wuxin said anxiously: "Brother Wen Liu, come on!"
When Wen Liu heard the voice, he turned around and saw that Yi Wuxin was pointing at Qi Hanyu. Ruan Shengyi also smiled at him and thanked him. He turned to Tao Yilang and said, "Brother Tao, please
Give me some advice."
"Please!" Moichiro was the first to strike, and he drew the sword very quickly!
Wen Liu dodged several moves, and the long sword was unsheathed, and then he turned from defense to attack. After a few strokes, the path of the sword was clear and could be remembered at a glance, but it contained hidden murderous intent.
Moichiro curled his lips and said to himself: The flute player should not come to fight. What can this small change do to me? While thinking about it, he deliberately left his moves behind, which was already meant to be a tease.
Momokorou saw this and smiled: "Brother, he is very capable, yeah!"
Chen Qing heard it from the side and grinned. He could see that Wenliu had another plan. As long as Momoichiro showed his willingness to underestimate the enemy, he would inevitably be defeated by a sudden and dangerous move. However, Qing knew this, but he did not say it out in case he wanted to.
It's unfair for Momotokoro to shout him out.
"Qianjiang style!" Wenliu looked at the right timing, suddenly changed his moves, and used several swords to block all Moichiro's attack paths!
"Okay!" Zuoqiu was so excited that he didn't care that his disciple had revealed his sword moves at the bottom of the box early.
Momokoro said "Ah" and turned pale with fright, "How could that happen?"
"Oh!" Everyone on the viewing floor sighed and stamped their feet, their regrets palpable.
It turns out that many people saw that Moichiro underestimated the enemy, and they naturally favored the weak Wenliu emotionally. Seeing Wenliu changing his skills, they all wanted to see Wenliu win the duel in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, although Wenliu had already knocked him out of Moichiro's hands with one sword
He was holding a long sword, but Moichiro took a risk and slapped him on the shoulder. He took a few steps back, allowing his opponent to pick up the sword again, and the situation returned to a evenly matched situation.
Moichiro had just recovered from the shock, but there was no trace of comfort in his eyes. He gripped the long sword tightly and put up a posture to protect his appearance.
Wen Liu steadied his body and thought: If he has a stronger sword move, my defeat is certain.
"My name is Taiqiong Ichiro. Taiqiong is my eldest sister. My sword technique was taught by my eldest sister, which is called Hemen Zuofei." Moichiro's momentum suddenly became strong, "Pay attention!"
Wang Wuyi looked left and right on the viewing floor, but did not see his eldest grandson Taiqiong. Then he saw Moichiro's sword rustling, his tricks were cunning and both good and evil, and he thought to himself: Poor girl is quite capable to create such a good sword.
Law.
"Oops!" Everyone shouted again!
"You win! Yeah!" Momokoro jumped up and down, waving his fists up and down, making a fuss.
Momoichiro took back his long sword and jumped off the stage with a proud look on his face. Momoichiro gave a thumbs up and shouted: "Brother, you are so strong, you actually defeated Mr. Wen!" Momoichiro gave a stern look.
Tian You said with a smile: "Xiao Lang, don't be too arrogant. Compared with this brother Bo, I'm only higher than him. I know who Mr. Wen is. It's normal to lose."
"Don't be ashamed!" Yi Wuxin said, holding his chest, "You and brother Tianyou are not in the same realm!"
Moichiro said: "This is hard to say, isn't it, Brother Bo?"
Bo Tianyou smiled softly and said, "I'm waiting for your advice."
"Beijingers who have drunk all their sorrow, please come to Lutai to choose someone to fight." Shi Yi shouted loudly.
"Come on, young man!" Yang Zhixi was even more flamboyant than Momo Xiaolang, and since he was tall, he was even more eye-catching when he jumped.
Ruan Shengyi shouted: "Brother Beijing, it's up to you!"
The Pekingese walked to the center of the deer platform, took off the soft whip from their waists, and bowed their hands in greeting.
"Hey, you have to choose the right person!" Jing Tian'er reminded blatantly.
Xi Zhenyuan made some calculations on the viewing floor and thought to himself: This guy is very weak, but he is lucky enough to let him choose someone.
"Sima Zhong of Laogu Yinshan, please." The Beijinger said calmly.
Hearing this, Xi Zhenyuan's mind suddenly changed, and he thought to himself: This kid has quite an aura, could it be that he was hiding his clumsiness before?
When Sima Zhong heard the people from Beijing calling him, he jumped up and looked at the people in Beijing. His heart trembled for no reason.
Snapped!
"On the nine heavens of the Yellow River, humans and ghosts look down on the pass. The wind rolls high and the waves blow, and the sun shines coldly."
Snapped!
"It's as steep as a thousand people in Luliang, as strong as August in Qiantang, and it goes straight down to wash away the world."
Snap! Snap!
"Everything is in ruins, but one peak remains idle."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"If you look up to a dangerous nest, two swans will pass by, and it will be difficult to climb. What is the use of such danger in the world? It will be a treacherous one for all eternity."
Snap!
"You don't need to burn the rhinoceros to shine down, it may not be enough to block the violent waves."
call!
"Call the whale rider and drum the drum across the silver mountain."
The Beijinger rolled up his long whip and chanted every move. Taking advantage of Sima Zhong's daze, he took away a pair of aos from the opponent's hand and said with a slight smile: "If you can recite poems and compose poems, why bother wielding swords and spears? Brother Sima, okay
Ge Lao Gu Yin Shan."
Sima Zhong was previously teased by Chen Qing for being "itchy" because of his weapons, and the source of his nickname was the water tune chanted by the people in Beijing. He looked at his empty hands blankly,
He turned to look up at the Beijinger, swallowed his throat, and said solemnly: "Yes, yes."
The Pekingese came over and returned the two pieces to Sima Zhong, and said with a smile: "Brother Sima, you and I will fight again."
"I don't dare. I will accept my defeat with all my heart." Sima Zhong had no face to fight again.
Shi Yi looked at the sky, stood on the square platform in the east and shouted: "Sixty-eight Dragon Sword Mi Qilin, please come to Lutai to choose someone to fight."
"Little Emei Yang Kaixin, please." Mi Qilin jumped from the southeast platform to the center of Lutai and spoke very quickly. It seemed that he had already chosen his opponent and couldn't wait.